The Innocent Me

There is this dark world that threatens to swallow me.

I fight and I fight but I am weak.

Nothing can save me from this hell.

All was lost and nothing was found.

Hope crumbled while trust twisted and tore.

Reason was no longer logical in this world.

I cry for help but no sound comes from my mouth.

I am enveloped by this darkness,

The only light being the future.

I reach and grab and hold onto the little innocence I have left.

I try to keep what’s left of me,

The parts of me that this dark world hasn’t corrupted.

I’m falling into this world without knowing it.

When I start to understand, it will be too late,

For I will be gone, at least the innocent me.

The innocent me didn’t deserve this.

She deserved better.

A better life, a better path.

But instead I have sent her into the pit of darkness,

Alone without any armor against the evils of that world.

The innocent me fending for herself but losing.

but she too is gone

How was I to save her?

How was I to keep her innocent soul from becoming infected by this evil?

How was I to help her?

How was I to warn her of the evils to come?

The dark world she must face?

How was I to tell her to turn around and go back?

To try and save herself?

But this innocent me was naïve.

She knew nothing but now knows everything,

For this darkness has closed in on her too

And she did not know of the evils to come.

I can’t save myself,

I thought I could save her.

Perhaps I will just save her memory.

Keep her innocent and her memory praise-worthy.

Perhaps I should have fallen to the evils of the world for her.

Keep what little innocence that was left of her.

Maybe I should have tried to save her

Before it was too late.